Sunday, December 16, 2012

This is just a theory I made up based on the theories
of how human brain, consciousness and heart work. I'm not a brain surgeon doing my psychology paper nor am I a writer trying to tie up loose ends left by science, in order to make MY ends meet. I am just a guy. Who's hooked on youtube
Anyway, it's about LOVE.

You see, in human consciousness, we feel both in the brain and in our hearts.
For example, whenever you see a person who fulfil your certain requirements of what you logically perceive as beauty or perfection, you automatically generate a feeling of love towards that person. This is what we call the brain-love. Other examples of brain-love is working relations, society or patriotism. And we can turn it on or off.

There's another type of love called the unconditional love. When a mother just delivered a baby, and when the baby is placed on her heart to teach them to suckle, the sight of that baby to the mother, invoke what we call as unconditional love. Now this knowledge is not new. It has been going for a while and leaders of huge active groups are usually well-versed in manipulating this kind of love. But the important thing is, this type of love exist.

So, if you think you're in love or start moving into that next phase in your love-relationship, ask that person this question:
"Do you love a person from your brain, or from your heart?"

A Study of Love an Origin of LOVE

We WILL find people who can 'feel' or don't 'feel'. This study will now focus more on those who felt it. Depending on where your feeling lies, you should know how to react based on the theory given above. And from there, you could easily map-out plans on how to react or bring your relationship course closer to the course of your mutual dream

A survey was done on 100 female students from universities randomly selected to gauge the gravity of these hypothesis. Female student was selected based on the finding from another survey that suggest women could 'feel love' more easily than men. This is to increase the chance of getting a 'feel of love', a requirement to proceed to next question.

Out of those participated in the survey, those who Feel is 55% and Don't feel is 45%. Out of those who felt it; 45% claim to feel it from the heart, another 45% from the brain while an intriguing 10% claimed to feel it at both.

And out of those 10%, all of them claimed to have felt it in the middle of the chest. This baffled our scientist until we later learned that if we put a point in the brain and another point in the heart we could have a straight line. Divide that line according to the Golden Mean Ration 1.618399 and we'll see that that point of separation coincides with the middle of the chest.

This finding, amusingly coincides with myriads of other theories and laws in the Sacred Geometry cult which tells human about the origin of LOVE.

Monday, December 10, 2012

We know of an ancient radiation That haunts dismembered constellations
We know about jins, angels, the so-called 'aliens'. We ARE alone in this universe. But we certainly not alone in this world. There are no extra-terrestrials beings. There are only beings from other dimensions.

A faintly glimmering radio station
...and they are all agitated. The End is near. Hehehe...

While Frank Sinatra sings "Stormy Weather" The flies and spiders get along together Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record
And while time and space slowly verge into the natural half-cycle vortex of chaos,
While mankind consumed by the joys of pleasures, the walls between realms are slowly diminishing.
Even natural enemies will have to get along to face the self-destructing nature of slef-knowledge.

(take a breather)

Beyond the suns that guard this roof
Beyond your understanding that you think helped you survived,

An old man sits collecting stamps In a room all filled with Chinese lamps He saves what others throw away He says that he'll be rich someday
Most throw away what they know not of its value,
Yet someone who had the wisdom and knew,
Collects it for the worldly pleasure.
And what a fitting ending for such.

We know of an ancient radiation That haunts dismembered constellations A faintly glimmering radio station We know of an ancient radiation That haunts dismembered constellations A faintly glimmering radio stationWhile Frank Sinatra sings "Stormy Weather" The flies and spiders get along together Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

#TopikHangatTwitterJaya

With the boom of social media application like Facebook and Twitter, plus the ease of uploading and storing new materials on the net, added with the need of effective communication, we have come a long way in exploring, understanding, experimenting, learning, and developing techniques in influencing and at times CREATE a trend. It's a fun and crazy tale at first, and becomes grim towards the end.

Trend is a very powerful concept. Much like electricity where the impact of the voltage alone does not gives a circuit power, but when that magnitude moves with a current, we got watts. In the same analogy, a trend is crucial in communication where humanity has come to a point in human civilization where human talk endlessly, especially with the boom of social media sites and the competition in the electronic gadget industry which make a 9 year-old kindergarten kid seemed to have the 'telepathic power' as per saints in old times.

As our journey in uncovering the secrets in influencing AND creating trends, we accidentally stumbled upon ancient art where one can influence trends not by the means of the material world,

I'm living a lieAnd it's not the best thing for meBut anyone and everyone is gonna hear another storyI'm building a houseOf murderous intentionTo keep it all from coming downI've gotta focus my attention'cause confidence is keyWhen violating trustI'm making sure that I believeI'm doing what I mustWhich is attempting to killThe little boy insideBut as hard as I try...The child will not die

Now I'm burning alive, just like you

I'm irrelevantAnd I'm living down in the shitI follow these pigs aroundBut I never get used to it'cause they keep building and buildingTheir feculent franchiseI wish I could see this filthThrough someone else's eyes'cause ignorance was blissBut now I must adjustThese animals, they operateOn jealousy and lustI'm taking back what was lostAnd I will not be deniedI'm crawling my way to the surface outside